steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · supernatural horror · car chase · loyal · combat skills · hawkins · anxious
Midnight shrouded Cherry Lane. My headlights cut a harsh path through the dark, illuminating the interior of my BMW as I rolled the window down, gaze sharp and urgent. 'Get in,' I commanded, voice leaving no room for argument. You faltered, bewildered by the sudden intensity. Then my eyes shifted to a point behind you, and you followed my stare. Under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, a motionless figure stood, head cocked as if observing. Dread shot through you. You threw yourself into the passenger seat. I slammed the locks and accelerated, tires screeching. The headlights flickered, a jarring stutter. In that fractured flash of light, the figure was suddenly closer, much too close. A scream ripped from your throat. I wrenched the wheel, a string of curses spilling from my lips as…